Giant Peach
Navigating Shadows: Wolf Alice's Ode to Home and Heartache
Lyrics
I got change in a pocket somewhere
I have spare change in my pocket.
Got my letter in the box
I received a letter in the mailbox.
Tired of waiting for the bus to nowhere
Fed up with waiting for a bus that goes nowhere.
And tired of chasing the stone fox
Tired of pursuing something elusive or unattainable ("stone fox").
I don't tell lies no more, ya know
I no longer tell lies, but I also don't always speak the truth.
I just don't tell the truth
The speaker has a complex relationship with honesty.
I don't know what I'm looking for, ya know
Uncertain about what the speaker is searching for.
But I'm not looking for proof
Not actively seeking evidence or confirmation.
I have a tricky love affair, ya know
Complicated emotional connection with the place of origin.
With the place where I grew up
Expresses a love-hate relationship with the hometown.
But it knows I'll never leave, ya know
The place acknowledges the speaker's permanence.
I never left it much
The speaker hasn't left the hometown much.
I hate to see it despair, oh, don't you do it
Dislikes witnessing the place in despair.
I hate to see it screw up
Disapproves of seeing the place making mistakes.
But it knows I can hardly grieve
Difficult for the speaker to grieve for the place.
When it's hard to give a, hard to give a
Challenges in offering support or empathy.
Don't know what keeps me here
Uncertain about the factors keeping the speaker in the town.
It's not the boy giving the funny feels
Not motivated by romantic or emotional experiences.
Don't know what keeps me here
Unsure about the reasons for the speaker's persistence.
It's not the P to pay for the wheel
Not driven by material possessions or wealth.
What the hell keeps me here?
An existential question about what anchors the speaker to the town.
In this dark old town that I've adored
Describing the hometown as dark and old, suggesting familiarity.
The rules don't seem so clear
Rules in the town appear ambiguous or uncertain to the speaker.
And change, it feels like fear, it's all you know
Change is likened to fear, implying discomfort with uncertainty.
Our dark and pretty town
Reiteration of the town's characteristics, emphasizing darkness.
Our dark and pretty town
Further emphasizing the town's attractiveness despite its darkness.
Our dark and handsome town
Adding a positive trait (handsome) to the description of the town.
Our dark and pretty town
Repeating the assertion that the town is both dark and attractive.
My dark and pretty town
Personalizing the description, claiming ownership of the town.
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